"Wonderful, glorious things are in store for you, if only you will believe, obey and endure."
~Pres. Monson

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Serendipitous Morning...

I got to sub a few classes today. I have been slowly getting back to
teaching. I try to only teach when Jason can be home or when I know the
babes will be sleeping and I can leave them in childcare.

Today
a student approached me before class. She was a bit teary. You could
see she was carrying a heavy weight on her shoulders. I hadn't seen her
in a while. I used to teach the early AM classes and she was more of a
mid-morning class goer. But today, since I was subbing, we crossed
paths.

It was actually serendipitous. Her first class back, and I was asked to sub last minute.

She told me that she recently lost her son, about halfway through her pregnancy.

My heart instantly broke.
I knew the look in her eyes.
I knew the weight on her shoulders.
I knew exactly where she was and what she was feeling.

She first asked me for leniency. Modifications.
I was happy to give them to her.
After I gave her a big hug.

It was good that she was there.
It was a step in the right direction.
A step....in the LONG road ahead.

And it's a step towards an unknown destination.
And sometimes, it's a place we don't know if we will ever reach.

I, myself, can feel that I am closer to it each day.
Each day as I look at Bo sleep or see Annie smile at me.

The pieces of my heart are melding back together.
But the scars are still there.
Those will never fade.

Those babies, my angels, are never lost from my daily thoughts, prayers, wishes, dreams.

They are my children.

I don't just have 2 kids.

I have 2 on Earth.
And I have 6 in Heaven.

And one day, we will all be together.

When
class was over, I could see that my friend, stood a little taller. Felt
a little lighter. And was a bit relieved that (it was over), and to see
that she came out the other side unscathed.

And that's how it is.
Surviving the loss of a child.

Every
day, every hour, every minute is a battle. But you take it little by
little, step by step, and eventually you start to see the light at the
end of the tunnel.

But you've got to start somewhere.
And
you have to have NO expectation of how you will feel or what you should
feel or that the pain, the hurt, the disappointment or frustration will
EVER completely go away.

Instead you evolve.
You adapt.
You change.
You become a different you.

And eventually, you see the beautifully laid plan Heavenly Father has for you and for your child.

And
when you can see that beauty, when you can realize that it wasn't
because of something you did/didn't do, when you stop taking it
personally and just realize that sometimes life is hard.......

You smile again.
You laugh again.
You try again.

You heal.

So
to my dear friend, if she ever reads this - I was so happy I got to be a
part of this process today. We were brought together for a reason. And I
just want to tell you.....

It will get better.
You will get better.
And your sweet boy, is always with you.
He is waiting for you.